Ambrosia POV
16 Years Ago
Shakily, I put another platter of poorly butchered fish on the floor before her, bowing my head so low that the multitude of protection charms around my neck touched the hard wood. “Spirit of protection,” I stole my master’s words, unsure of what else to say. To make matters worse, Abigale had stepped out for this ritual. Since her apology had been accepted, this was between me and Sylvia now. “Thank you, for protecting me against that witch. I was scared…”
I faltered. I was still scared of her. I pushed the offering a little further away from me- Sylvia hadn’t appeared. Not yet.
“I’m sorry for running from you. You didn’t really cause all that misfortune, did you?” My voice quaked in my cowardice. I didn’t raise my head. I was afraid to see if she’d material
